She unlocks the car, and we enter. She doesn’t answer my question, and I feel bad because I seem to have said something that hurt her.
I make small talk as she drives me home, but she’s not as cheerful as when we were having dinner. I know I’m responsible for her change in mood. I wait until she stops the car outside Marian’s house.
“What is it, Vanessa? And don’t say ‘nothing’ because I know something is,” I tell her.
To my surprise, she breaks into tears and covers her face with her hands. I snap open my seatbelt and pull her to me. She rests her head on my shoulder, and I hold her that way until she stops crying.
“I’m sorry about that,” she says with a shaky laugh. “I feel like such a baby.”
“Never mind about that. What happened?”
She looks at me. “I’m pregnant.”
“Congratulations,” I tell her.
“Thanks,” she says.
“I’m guessing this is something to do with the daddy?” I probe.
She nods. “He was a visiting doctor at the hospital, and he’s moved away. It was so stupid of me. I can’t believe I’m in almost the same position that Lexi was. What are the odds?”
“Have you told him?” I ask her.
“No, and I don’t plan on telling him,” she says fiercely.
“Why?” I say.
“He lied to me. He’s married,” she says.
“Oh. Crap.”
I’m not equipped to give this sort of advice. I mumble something to the effect that she must be strong.
“I’m sorry to dump this on you,” Vanessa says shakily. “I haven’t told anyone. Not even Lexi.”
The best I can do is hug her and think internally what bastards men are. If you’re going to marry a woman, you’d better be ready to commit and keep it in your pants. I hate cheaters, both men and women. Cheating causes a lot of unnecessary pain.
I remember when Ace’s fiancée was cheating on him. It was terrible, and it forced me to take drastic action to ensure that my brother did not marry a woman who was unfaithful even before they got married.
We stay in the car and chat until I’m sure that she’s calm enough to drive home.
“Thanks for listening to me,” Vanessa says as I lean across the car seat to kiss her cheek.
“You’re welcome and take care. You’ve got this,” I say and slip out of the car.
I’m excited to be home, and I sprint up to the front door. Before I can ring the bell, it flies open.
“Hi,” Marian says and smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Hi.” I’m struck anew by how gorgeous her green eyes are.
“I hope your girlfriend is okay,” Marian says as I follow her to the living room.
“Girlfriend?” It takes a moment to realize that she’s talking about Vanessa. Marian is jealous. At first, it amuses me, and then I realize jealousy is not an emotion that I ever want her to feel. “Sit down, Marian.”
She looks surprised at my tone, but she does as I say. I sit down too. “Marian, I’m not a cheat, and I’ll never be. If I don’t want to be with you, I promise that I’ll tell you, but you won’t see me sneaking around.”
She stares at me with wide, vulnerable eyes.
“Our marriage may be based on a deal, but I live by the promises that I made. Alcohol is not an excuse not to keep your vows.”
She cracks a smile at that.
“The woman in the car is Vanessa, Lexi’s younger sister who is like a sister to me. She’s having a rough time in her love life, so I listened,” I say.
“I bet you gave her awesome advice?” Marian says. She runs her hands over her thighs. Her miniskirt rides up to the top of her thighs, and my imagination engages gear and takes off.
“Love advice is not my forte,” I say suggestively.
“What is?” she asks, her throaty voice becoming husky. I can bet right now that she’s thinking the same thing I am.
“Are your panties wet?” I ask her.
Her eyes widen before a twinkle comes into them. “Maybe.”
I push my back against the chair and part my lap. “Come and sit here.”
She gets up and sashays her way toward me. God, my wife is hot. When she’s an arm’s length from me, she pauses, hitches her skirt up and slides onto my lap. Her jasmine scent envelops me, and I feel as if I’ve truly come home. My cock knows it, too, because it immediately springs to attention. Marian sees it and does something that turns me into a beast. She moves up my lap until she’s sitting on it.
A primal grunt rises up my throat, and my hips start to rock. Marian’s eyes become dazed. I slide a hand around the back of her neck and pull her down for a kiss. Her lips are soft and sweet and her mouth hot. She pants into my mouth as we kiss.